We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

"Is there any way to allow you to stay a few more days?"

"..."

Ying didn't speak, but silently looked at Artoria.

"..."

Artoria didn't dare to speak. Although her regenerative abilities were strong, and with Morgan's support, she wouldn't die, but—

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 50. The Impending Threat

Artoria's deep-seated shame made it impossible for her to accept performing such a private ritual in the presence of 'outsiders'.

At least, not yet.

Not to mention, that person was his own older sister.

Although Morgan is now a mother of four, they are all artificial beings with her bloodline, constructed by magic—her nominal husband, King Lothar, is merely an identity she disguises to better implement her will in this era.

After all, she was a witch.

Once a witch of the Type-Moon gives birth to her own child, even if Morgan is a rare witch of the Age of Gods, even if she is the last Lady of the Lake, even if she is the goddess of Avalon, she will be greatly weakened.

In this age of conflict, this is far too fatal.

"—Artoria."

As the most powerful magician in the Type-Moon universe, Morgan instantly understood why his sister was hesitating.

It is likely that the reason why that dragon named Akalion was able to remain in this world is inextricably linked to the exchange of bodily fluids.

Realizing this, she could no longer utter the words that were already on the tip of her tongue.

She was already very dissatisfied with her father and Melly for letting Artoria 'replace' her to deal with the matter of King Vortigern.

Now, how could she possibly force Lily to do it again...?

Wait a minute, there's something wrong here.

What is the story behind that foreigner named Ying?

Morgan could easily see that there had been no exchange of bodily fluids between Ying and Artoria.

So how did she come into this world?

Morgan's mind was racing at a speed beyond human comprehension.

She looked at Artoria, who was silent, her ears already bright red, and the ahoge (cowlick) on her head spinning wildly with nervousness.

Morgan immediately realized who the key to traversing the world was.

"I, I, I..."

Morgan recalled Akalion's enormous size, and a sense of fear involuntarily rose in her heart. Although she also possessed magic that could make her body gigantic, she was, after all, still an inexperienced young girl.

It's not that I hate that kind of thing; as long as the witch doesn't give birth to children, that's fine.

She simply felt that studying magic was far more interesting than that kind of thing.

Moreover, with the task of saving Britain at hand, there was simply no time for that.

Britain...

For Britain! I'd do anything!

“I can do it for—”

"Hey!"

Just as Morgan was about to utter those words filled with the meaning of 'sacrifice', Ying stepped forward and covered Morgan's mouth with her hand.

"Since you already know, sister, please don't say it again!"

Looking at Morgan's posture, she already knew what she was going to say.

But where is this place?

This is in public! Is this a place where you can talk about that kind of thing?

"Uh-huh!"

Morgan nodded vigorously. This feeling was exactly the same as when Artoria had covered her mouth just now. Could it be… that the dragon's criteria for choosing a wife was based on Lily?!

Doesn't this mean—Morgan secretly decided in his heart that he must prepare comprehensive protective measures against the dragon as soon as possible.

She was prepared to dedicate herself to Britain.

However, please refrain from discussing any other situations.

When Ying released her hand, Morgan's face showed a hint of apology. Then, she stepped forward, opened her arms, and hugged Artoria tightly.

"You've really gone through a lot, Artoria." She said in a soft, tender voice, "All of this should have been my responsibility."

"..."

Sister Wang, this is...

Looking into those gentle and concerned eyes, Artoria found it hard to imagine that Morgan, in front of her, might one day become the wicked witch in the story.

But... Akalion and you shouldn't have anything to do with each other—wait a minute.

"Sister Wang! You don't actually think that I only slept with Akalion for Britain's sake, do you?!"

Artoria broke free from Morgan's embrace and gazed at her intently, her emerald eyes shining brightly as if they were about to burst into flames.

"No! It's not for that reason! It's because of—love."

"?"

Morgan looked at Artoria in front of him and couldn't help but use his great magic to read people's minds.

It's actually true!

But, but, but it's a dragon!

Could it be that the red dragon's influence has fundamentally affected Artoria's aesthetic views?

Damn it, Meryl!

Meanwhile, in some secluded corner, Meryl, who was intently observing Akalion, almost sneezed.

Who is talking about her?

She had offended so many people that, for a moment, she couldn't think of anyone who it could be.

Forget it, focusing on Akalion is more important.

"'like'?"

Morgan recited the word in disbelief. Suddenly, she turned her gaze to Ying, who was standing to the side.

"It's pure love, too!"

Facing that probing gaze, Ying spoke in a slightly strained, endearingly businesslike voice. She looked into the distance, at the last rays of the setting sun; Akalion had returned.

The moment the gleaming, dark gray dragon landed, it brought very bad news.

“I see a large number of high-nosed warriors whose appearance is distinctly different from that of the British, and they are heading towards Cornwall, which is our defensive line.”

"...Those were barbarians who came from across the sea, the enemies of Britain—the Saxons."

Artoria's golden ahoge stood straight up instantly, and her eyes suddenly turned incredibly cold.

Morgan's aura was similar.

However, if Artoria's coldness is the sharpness of a drawn blade, then her coldness is the absolute stillness of eternal winter's ice and snow.

"Akaleion, can you see the enemy's numbers and their level?"

Artoria's voice turned cold and serious.

"A rough estimate is around 30,000."

Akalion calmly stated a number that would give even the once-unbroken Kingdom of Britain, with its population of over two million, a headache.

“Thirty thousand…?” Morgan’s brows furrowed deeply. “A legion of this size cannot be formed by barbarians alone. Did the King personally lead the attack?”

“There’s no mistake about this level of military strength.” Artoria’s eyes sharpened like knives. “It’s definitely the King. Without Him, the Britons would not have joined the war.”

Artoria and Morgan exchanged a glance. They both saw the same tension in each other's eyes; this was not the decisive battle they had anticipated.

“I can hold back those barbarians from the continent from the north at any time,” Morgan spoke first, his voice tinged with confusion. “But as long as the King is alive, our position cannot advance even an inch further.”

Why did the King of the Low Kingdom leave Camelot?

"As the embodiment of the will of the British Isles, the Holy Lance cannot be killed without being anchored to 'human reason'."

"The Holy Lance anchored to 'human reason'?"

Akalion's deep gray dragon eyes revealed a keen interest.

"In other words, the principle behind killing the lowly king is to forcibly 'alter' the order of the divine age through the laws of human reason. To turn nature, which still has 'personality,' into a purely physical phenomenon without 'personality,' right?"

"...More or less." Morgan glanced at the dragon with some surprise. Its understanding of this world was so profound that it seemed to be more than just a brute force dragon. "But the key issue is that gun. It's still undergoing its final 'processing'."

She pinched the brim of her witch's hat, and a hint of nervousness crept into her expression.

"That's a constraint on par with the [Star Sword]. Otherwise, the [Tower of the End] would be completely unusable by humans. But... a dragon from another world—it should be possible."

"Can you—"

"Since we're already here, we certainly won't miss this battle!"

Akalion interrupted her. He had come into this world to help Artoria. Now, facing a battle that could decide the fate of the kingdom, how could he possibly back down?

What's more, fighting is just so exhilarating!

He could feel his heart burning with passion.

But before that, Akalion looked at Luminous.

"Ying, please don't—"

“Akaglion,” Ying’s voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction, “have you forgotten again that I now possess sufficient power as well?”

“No, I’m not questioning your power,” Akalion quickly explained. “I’m just unsure whether the world’s ‘restraint’ will retaliate in response to our arrival.”

"will not!"

Morgan replied in a decisive and arrogant tone.

"This is my [island]! As long as the Age of Gods has not yet come to its final end, this is my world! Neither 'Alaya' nor 'Gaia' has the right to directly interfere here!"

"The only intervention they can make is to send more barbarians on the land, and—to send heroic spirits, but they cannot get support from the restraining force on this land."

"Unless they possess the power to completely wipe the entire nation of Britain off this planet, but that would jeopardize future human order, so it's not worth considering."

"This is my power as the strongest [Island Lord]!"

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 51. Caught the phantom of Meryl...

Is Morgan really that powerful?

Akalion, who wasn't a professional Moon Ugly, wasn't entirely sure whether what she had just said was just boasting.

【Lord of the Island】—Can it really be interpreted literally?

But if that's the case, then why didn't she overthrow Artoria's rule through pure violence in the future?

Is it because Artoria is a "Red Dragon," on the same level as the "White Dragon," and a manifestation of the concept of "Britain" itself?

This prevented Morgan's magic from directly killing Artoria.

Therefore, the only way to end Artoria's dynasty is to use her genes to create a traitorous android named Mordred with the Red Dragon factor.

But she should also understand that Artoria, who possesses the sword sheath Avalon, is theoretically invincible, right?

Or is it that... this land of Britain is truly left with only the [King's Chef] and... the [Twisted King's Chef]?

This explains why, after Artoria died in the Battle of Camlann, Morgan chose to permanently seal Merlin or Meli, who was responsible for everything, inside the tower at the entrance to Avalon.

At the time, Morgan probably didn't foresee that Artoria had already lost the scabbard that could heal all wounds and protect against all harm.

"Wait a moment!"